Like the herd animals we are, we sniff warily at the strange one among us.

It has been asserted that we are destined to know the dark beyond the stars before we comprehend the nature of our own journey.

The plan is not what you think.

Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.

If it should turn out that we have mishandled our own lives as several civilizations before us have done, it seems a pity that we should involve the violet and the tree frog in our departure.

I no longer cared about survival...I merely loved.